OOC: Application for Demeleier

[straightedgesatyr]

Player Name: Crow
Player DW: snowwhitecrow
Contact: snowwhitecrow
Character Number: 5

Character: Brennen Galanos
Source: OC
Personality: Brennen is a friendly enough fellow, honestly. When most people think of the Fauns and Satyrs of legend, they imagine a sex-crazed, wine-drinking hooligan, and quite a few of those do run in Bren’s family. Legends like that are around for a reason after all - but Brennen tries hard not to fit that mold. He drinks in moderation if at all, and tends to keep his interests in relationships private - too private, if you ask his grandfather, who is a tried and true throwback to the old country way of thinking. “If you like him/her, throw them over your shoulder, take them off, and seduce them. With wine. Lots of wine.”

Suffice to say, Bren doesn’t bring his dates around to meet his family very often. Grandpa doesn’t quite seem to realize just how mildly illegal that is in this day and age, but he‘s an old goat and stuck in his ways. Bren just tends to ignore his rants, and if necessary divert him with a quickly-fabricated story about some date or another he went on. It isn’t that Brennen isn’t attracted to people, merely that he doesn’t bother pursuing interesting people in the same way stereotypes dictate and instead forces himself to act on a rigidly set control of what he views as "normal". There is a part of him that he recognizes, a part that is quite eager to embrace the true nature of his people, and he isn’t sure he is ready for that, so he tends to err on the side of caution. As it is, much to his grandfather's shame, he is in a committed, monogamous relationship and incredibly doting on his partner with no desire to go carousing or drink more than a glass of wine at any one point.

Still, for those who can look past the smattering of relationship hang-ups and the general worries about giving in to his ingrained college-frat boy nature, they’d find …just a quiet, nice sort of guy with a terrible sense of humor. Brennen is chatty and charming (if only in his mind), with a penchant for sarcasm. He’s warm and protective of his friends, but they have to endure his humor in return (and his humor is pretty terrible in itself, honestly). Bren rarely lets himself get angry - he has a nasty temper and he works hard at keeping it under control, often hiding his frustration with a teeth-baring smile more often then not. It doesn’t mean he won’t think some dark thoughts and contemplate ramming you in the back if he’s mad enough - but the likelihood of actually attempting it is thankfully low.

Brennen doesn't seem to mind being an oddball amongst satyrs. In fact, he'll be the first to leap to his kin's defense when it comes to racism or stereotypes. Brennen loathes stereotypes about his people to the point of sometimes actually ignoring what's natural to his people and not really a stereotype. For instance, Brennen actually enjoys the taste of wine but he will be damned if he admits it because he doesn't want people to think that he's another walking cliche. This is a problem in and of itself because he is so wrapped up in trying to keep people from thinking he's some damn dirty lecher that he often just forgets what it's like to be himself. He'd rather be a lazy hipster socialjustice warrior for satyr rights.

Music helps in keeping his humor - he’s far more adept at the panpipes than his father, thanks to grandpa’s insistent tutelage. Though when he gets nervous he has a bad habit of nibbling on something - usually his hat. The brim of the tattered top-hat is dotted with chew-marks if you look close enough. He can also bleat in a rather goatlike manner - but he doesn’t, and if you scare him and make him bleat he will punch you in your face. He might not hit very hard, but he has a set of massive horns as a backup and he does know how to use those.

History: Brennen is the only child of a Selkie and a Satyr. During his parents younger days treaties were still going through as more and more of the nonhuman Sidhe made themselves visible to humans, wanting a fair share of the world they had been a part of since very near the beginning. Truces were uneasy but slowly set into place and it was during this time that Brennen's father, a satyr named Galen took a vacation to Kirkwall from his native home in Greece. It was there, beside the sea that he met the woman he would one day marry.

They didn't hit it off well at first. She was a selkie who enjoyed music and he was a satyr armed with panpipes and a sufficient lack of skill. Thus she made fun of him endlessly. There was a spark there however, and over time the two became closer, enough so that Galen made several return trips back to set his affairs in order so that he could be closer to her. It paid off, and over time the teasing and affection grew deeper and more meaningful until they were finally married. Right now they’re off on their second honeymoon, though they like to send Brennen little gifts and postcards now and then to let him know that they're well as they see the world.

His childhood was a happy one of little incident. Being an only child, he was spoiled mightily by parents and grandparents alike. He was still expected to earn things however, by way of chores or deeds - mostly his mother’s doing, and seeing that her son didn’t grow into a wild child (no matter how much grandpa satyr wished he would). It had a good effect on him though, as now he’s a down-to-earth sort holding down a steady job in a bookstore. He maintains a spacious apartment thanks to his roommate’s high-paying job in security (trying to find a place where a satyr and a centaur can cohabitate easily is harder than it might sound). Other than that, his life has been rather painfully ordinary. He attended private schools through his elementary years as his family settled in America, growing up for the most part alongside others like himself - that is, the Sidhe, the fae, the nonhumans. The few humans that he did know were kind though, leaving him with a generally pleasant outlook where they were concerned growing up. Even now he still finds himself not overly minding their presence around him so long as they aren't racist (he really hates racism). He's had a few semi-serious relationships here and there, but nothing that left him in a rose-tinted wine-haze in the wilds under a wicked moon (much to grandpa’s disappointment).


Timeline: Midsummer of his 26th year

Abilities: As a Satyr, however tame, he is gifted with music and perhaps a bit of latent forest magic he has never tapped into because he's a citygoat. If he ever got his drink on he could probably drink like his ancestors. Otherwise he's kind of normal.

Inventory: One exceptionally fancy suit consisting of a well-tailored black jacket, a red shirt with ruffles, and a rather fancy tophat, as well as a matching loincloth to hide his goat-ness. He also has one albino crow with the ability to fuck your dreams sideways into nightmares from hell.

Link to an image of the character: Here!

Prose Sample: Waking up was a bit of a chore. The kind of chore that involves thrashing and rolling as you fight to wake up despite your mind trying to keep you asleep. The kind that involves muttering and incoherent words that turn into other noises of horror or fright before dissolving into silence. When Brennen finally did manage to jolt awake he was startled by the sudden ...change in scenery. The nightmare had fled, and whereas moments before he had been near the beach with Jackaleigh, he now found himself stranded on cold marble steps. Where there had been a skeletal tree with a rather large, skeletal bird ...now there was merely a small, fluttering white crow positioning itself against his hair, talons digging in to find safe ground.

"Tagging along again, Aurelio?" He grunted, using the steps he had been curled up on to get to his hooves. Dusting himself off, the satyr paused for a moment to try and gather his wits. He could see from the steps that a meadow stretched out before him with a village of some sort, from the looks of it. To the left and right there appeared to be forests - great. Right about now he could hear his grandfather in his mind. Lecturing him about surviving in the forest.

"Just like in the Old Country, right?" He muttered to no one in particular. The bird clung a little tighter, wedging his body against a horn, letting Brennen do all of that pesky moving about for him, otherwise remaining silent. Choosing to ignore Aurelio for now, he snatched up his hat and began to slowly pick his way forward, deciding that the best course of action ...would be to find out just what in the hell was going on around here and how best to get back.

Journal Sample: [Mirror]

What in the name of Pan...are you serious?

[Hello Demeleier, you are now being treated to a new face. The man has olive skin and a neatly trimmed goatee with strange, green eyes. Closer examination reveals that they are goatlike in appearance and match the rather large ramlike horns crowning his head. He smiles rather awkwardly, wiggling his fingers in a greeting, and the white crow nestled against his fancy jacket gave a low caw, peering sleepily at the mirror before deciding that the citizens of Demeleier were not worth his time. Plebs.]

Right, so...

[His curly hair is halfway to his shoulders, kept constrained by his amazing tophat and he still scrubs his free hand through the mass before attempting a smile once more.]

This is all very awkward and highly irregular. I... really wasn't expecting to find myself in any place like this and I'd like to know if there's any quick way to get back! My roommate's going to kill me if I'm late with the rent because of adventures in the great beyond forest world,and really - I'm not all that into LARPing.

[Did you seriously just make that joke, Brennen? Did you?

Regardless, he maintains an awkward smile for a few moments more before turning the mirror away with a sigh. The crow gives a throaty croak then and one can hear the sound of hooves on stone as he walks before shoving the mirror out of the way and into his coatpocket where the image finally fades to nothing.]